Tom Sawyer

---

Good morning, Sue Ellen.

Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Robert.

Good morning, Allen.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Steven.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Oh, a river's gonna flow

'Cross the land

'Cross the land

Oh, a river's gonna flow

To the sea

And a boy's gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once in his life

Is he free

Only one golden time in his life

Is he free

River runs warm in the summer sun

River runs cold when the summer's done

But a boy's just a dreamer

By the riverside

'Cause the water's too fast

And the water's too wide

Then the world turns around

And the boy grows tall

He hears the song of the river call

The river song sings

"Travel on, travel on"

You blink away your tear

And the boy is gone

Oh, a river's gonna flow

'Cross the land

'Cross the land

Oh, a river's gonna flow

To the sea

And the boy's gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once in his life

Is he free

Only one golden time in his life

Is he free

Hey, Huckleberry!

Hello, Huckleberry.

- How come you're playin' hooky?

- Same as you.

Never spent a day

in school in my life.

- So what you got in the sack?

- Somethin'.

- Somethin' like what?

- Something like Widder Douglas' dead cat.

She gave me ten cents

to get rid of it.

Looks pretty stiff.

Say, Hucky, what is dead cats

good for anyway?

Well, you know old Hoss Williams

is lyin' on his deathbed.

So what's that got to do

with a dead cat?

Well, I'm figurin'

you take that dead cat

along about midnight of a day

a sinner's been buried...

- Why midnight?

- 'Cause that's when the devil comes.

But you can't see him. You can

only hear somethin' like the wind.

And that's when he's

fetchin' the soul away.

- Who's fetchin'?

- The devil!

You heave a dead cat

on a fresh-dug grave,

the cat comes back to life

with the spirit of the dead man.

It's called cheatin' the devil.

- Did you ever try it before, Huck?

- No, but I'm fixin' to.

- Can I come with you?

- I don't know.

Ever been in a graveyard

at midnight? Plenty scary.

I wouldn't be scared.

I mean, why should I be scared?

I know you're down there.

You're down there, you little devil.

You're hidin' from me.

Hello, Muff!

- Hello, Huck. Hello, Tom.

- Hi, Muff.

Huck, would you lend me

your fishin' pole a minute?

Sure, Muff.

There! There you are,

you little devil. There!

- Here you are, Muff.

- Why, thank you.

You know, you're a-favorin' your pap

more and more every day, Huckleberry.

Seems to me like it was only yesterday

you was no bigger than a grasshopper.

Happy days they was

when your pap was livin'...

plunkin' on his banjo,

passin' his bottle around...

all free-hearted man he was.

Sing? He could sing

like a meadowlark.

Now... I got you now,

you little dickens.

There you are.

Of course, you never

knew your ma,

her dyin' like she did

as you was born.

- I ain't got no folks neither.

- Well, you got your aunt, ain't you?

That's all a feller needs... a friend.

"A little old friend in need

is a little old friend indeed,"

as the poet once said.

I've got to go.

I'll talk to you laddies later.

I've got an appointment.

Doc Robinson wants to see us.

Somethin' about that Injun Joe

freezes your blood.

Crazy mean

from the pain in his leg, I reckon.

- Hey, let's go fishin'.

- Yeah!

I am Tom Sawyer,

Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!

Name your name!

Huck Finn, the Red-Handed,

terror of the seas!

- 'Tis well. Give the countersign.

- Blood.

Come on.

- Hoist the colors.

- What sails we carry!

Courses, topsails,

and flying jib, sir.

Colors flying, sir.

Weighing anchor on the port side.

Luff and bring her to the wind.

Swing her to the starboard.

Aye-aye, sir.

Shake out the sheets and braces.

Lively now, me hearty.

Aye-aye, sir.

Mississippi River dead ahead!

Well, there's nothing like a broken arm

to keep a boy off an apple tree.

- At least till it heals.

- Thank you, Dr. Robinson.

I told you to come in the back way.

Just wanted to tell you it looks like

I'll probably be needin' you...

tomorrow night.

That Hoss Williams?

That soon, huh?

Can't last any longer than that.

Poor Hoss.

How is that leg, Joe?

It should be on you.

Tom Sawyer!

You, Tom!

Drat that boy!

Never here when you want him,

always underfoot when you don't.

A body could spend a lifetime

chasin' that boy.

Whippin' does no good.

Keepin' him in his room does no good.

There's no punishment devised

that could straighten out that boy.

From the time I get up in the morning

till the time I go to bed at night,

it's just one blessed thing

after another.

Mary!

- You seen Tom?

- No, Mother.

Sidney?

No, Mother,

I haven't seen Tom... all day.

Playin' hooky. Again!

That's twice this week.

Uncouth, irreverent, wild...

That irresponsible child

I try to teach him,

but who can reach him?

He never can be found,

leaves his trash around

Just won't learn

and he just keeps turnin' away

Tom Sawyer,

the devil's got him in tow

Tom Sawyer,

he's grief and worry and woe

He's late for supper and late for school

and he's takin' me for a fool

I'll bet Tom Sawyer will be

the death of me yet

Tom goes out with Huck,

swimmin' in the nude

Tom tears all his clothes

and he talks so crude

Hides dead snakes and things

underneath the stairs

And in Sunday school

never knows his prayers

Tom's a good boy,

Tom is kind

Tom holds wonders

in his mind

Tom's an orphan,

can't you see?

He needs our love

and sympathy

- Tom sneaks out at night...

- Tom has gumption...

- Always tellin' lies...

- Tom is strong...

- If he breaks his neck...

- Havin' fun...

- Won't be no surprise...

- Ain't doin' wrong...

- Dunce cap on his head...

- He loves to play...

- Every other day...

- And fish and swim...

- When there's chores at home...

- And you just wish...

- He's a mile away

- You were like him

Tom Sawyer,

that Tom is turnin' me gray

Tarnation, he'll never learn to obey

I know that boy could be

such a joy to me if he'd only be good

But he's always wastin' his time away,

exasperatin' me every day

No ambition and no respect,

he'll be the death of me yet

Worms!

Tom Sawyer!

Tom Sawyer,

that irresponsible child, that Tom

Tom Sawyer, uncouth,

irreverent, wild, that Tom

He's late for supper and late for school

and he's takin' me for a fool

He just won't learn

and he just keeps turnin'

And I'll bet Tom Sawyer

will be the death of me

Bet Tom Sawyer will be

the death of me yet!

- Tom?

- No, it's me.

- It's the Widder Douglas.

- Good evening, Martha.

My, you're just having supper.

I'd best call another time.

Well, now that you're here,

why don't you join us?

Oh, I couldn't.

- Yes, you could.

- Well, maybe just a bite.

Why don't you take Tom's place?

It appears he's late, as usual.

Thank you.

May I take your hat, Mrs. Douglas?

It's such a pretty one.

Oh, thank you, Miss Mary.

Mr. Douglas bought it for me

the last time we were in St. Louis.

Polly, it's so hard for me to believe...

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes